Trevor's tension seemed to dissipate at hearing her familiar dulcet tones. "So, you're telling me that something, some entity, is controlling this place? And it can go wherever it bloody well likes?" he asked in a mildly disbelieving tone. The more she revealed to him, the less this place was endearing itself, even if it seemed plausible enough in light of his experiences. "And it has the nerve to call us fucking guests?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Noticing the way her demeanor changed at the mention of where they had been last, he quirked an eyebrow at her. He knew full well that she hadn't been in the best state of mind over everything that happened there. However, perhaps he didn't know just how deeply those feelings went. "Crazed turkeys? Sorcerer? Telepathic child? And a feast? Sounds like you've been rather busy," he smirked as his arms easily wound about her tiny frame. "You sure? Seems as though you're fine without me."